I Got a Woman
Nicolas Jaar Lyrics


Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴  Line by Line Meaning ↴

I got a Woman
I got a Woman
I got a Woman
I got a Woman

Dans l'Arabie des trois midis
Des tours aux fronts de caïmans
Dans l'Arabie de ta peau neuve
Et des turbans de rêve noir

Le feu tinte dans les cloches
Douce est la parole de l'eau
Sous la clé des nuits légères
Enchaînées au coeur des filles

Le feu lèche les miroirs
Les museaux des endormies
Brûlent sous le regard fendu
Dans l'orange du matin

C'est pour ces pays d'un sou
Que se vide la mémoire
Pour la neige et la flamme
Dont se parent les étoiles

Sous la crinière aveugle
Court le feu inassouvi
Le cristal vivant des sources
Dans les eaux de l'avenir

Va mon enfant, dors mon cheval
Il n'y a pas assez de paix




Dans les justes mains des cimes
Pour couvrir la voix des villes.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Nicolas Jaar's song "I Got a Woman" are a combination of French and English verses. The opening lines repeat the phrase "I got a woman" four times, as if to emphasize the importance of this woman in the singer's life. The following verses describe a mythical land of Arabian nights, with towers decorated with crocodile fronts, and the singer's lover's skin described as new and black like a dream turban.


The imagery in the lyrics is rich and varied, with recurring themes of fire and water throughout. The fire is described as "licking the mirrors" and "unquenchable," while the water is portrayed as having a gentle voice and being a source of life. The language becomes more poetic as the song progresses, with lines like "the living crystal of the springs in the waters of the future." The final verse is a call to action, with the singer urging their listeners to have faith in the future and to not lose hope, even in the face of the chaos of the modern world.


In summary, "I Got a Woman" is a song that juxtaposes the modern world with a mythical past and presents a vision for a brighter future.


Line by Line Meaning

I got a Woman
This line is repeated four times like a refrain throughout the song.


In the Arabia of the three midday
The singer is transported to an exotic land with towering buildings and mysterious people.


Towers with caiman fronts
The structures in this Arabia are like creatures with scaly, fierce facial features.


In the Arabia of your new skin
The artist is now in a place that embodies youth and regeneration.


And turbans of black dreams
The people here wear headdresses that represent their deepest desires and aspirations.


The fire rings in the bells
The heat of the environment is felt in every sound and object.


Soft is the speech of water
The flowing liquid has a soothing and entrancing quality.


Under the key of light nights
In the darkness, secrets are unlocked and revealed.


Chained to the hearts of girls
The girls' hearts hold onto what is important and valuable.


The fire licks the mirrors
The flames are reflected and multiplied by shiny surfaces.


The snouts of the sleeping ones
The faces of those resting are vulnerable and exposed to danger.


Burn under the split gaze
Their fate is sealed under the scrutiny of others.


In the orange of the morning
The beginning of a new day is signaled by the radiant color of the sun.


It's for those one penny countries
The singer is willing to forget everything for the sake of exotic and unfamiliar places.


That memory is emptied
Everything is worth sacrificing for the chance of exploring new territories.


For the snow and the flame
The extremes of cold and heat are attractive and alluring.


Which stars adorn themselves with
Even the celestial bodies cannot resist the temptation of contrasting elements.


Under the blind mane
The hairlike projection is actually a fiery force that cannot be controlled.


Runs the insatiable fire
The craving for excitement and novelty is unstoppable.


The living crystal of sources
The water is a powerful and symbolic entity with healing and transformative properties.


In the waters of the future
The ripples and waves of what will come define the present.


Go my child, sleep my horse
The artist seems to be saying goodbye to someone or something dear to them.


There is not enough peace
The environment is simply too tumultuous and unpredictable.


In the righteous hands of the summits
Even the highest points of the mountains cannot provide the tranquility the artist is seeking.


To cover the voice of the cities
The noise and chaos of urban life are too overpowering to be silenced.




Contributed by Adeline N. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
To comment on or correct specific content, highlight it

Genre not found
Artist not found
Album not found
Song not found
Comments from YouTube:

Nicoestuvoaquí_

¡Lo mejor!

Rasma Roz

love this one

Mamuka Nozadze

this is the most dope thing ive ever heard

Life of Twampson

DAMN!!! Straight divine.

ollak

i think he kill it .. fucking awesome!

TheKingBobMarley

Majestic

boonloveslove

Casual. if you know what I mean.

Nikos Antonoulis

It has a little of Eric Satie in it !

Massimiliano De Angelis

Favoloso

Darshil D

dope

More Comments

More Versions